My goodness, if *I* had to rely only on original ideas and forms, I’d shut this place down a year ago! (ok, well, at this point it would take a TARDIS to do that, but I’m willing to go that extra mile)

KRYTEN: “He’s an android. His brain could not handle the concept of there being no silicon heaven.”
LISTER: “So how come yours can?”
KRYTEN: “Because I knew something he didn’t.”
LISTER: “What?”
KRYTEN: “I knew that I was lying. Seriously, sir. ‘No silicon heaven’? Where would all of the calculators go?”

Cyborg alien bent on revenge follows his sadistic creator to Earth and holds a town hostage until he can kill him. Cyborg alien, despite having an obviously glowing energy gun for an arm and a clearly mechanical eye, determines it necessary to don a stetson.

Yes, I know they’re cool, but seriously?

Anyway, bit of Dalek poetry I scribbled up a while ago, just for Who:

Are double hearts a-beating swift
As they dream about their fate?
With no time left, the balance shift,
You are Time Lords! Exterminate!

Where are your earbuds mind control?
Where is your army so prostrate?
Five million strong is pest control!
You are Cybermen! Exterminate!

Where is your TARDIS, box and blue,
Where is your female mate?
Where is your sonic screwdriver?
You are the Doctor! Exterminate!

Where is your shielded exo-shell,
Your heat gun full of hate?
Where is your eyestalk? Scanner arm?
You are not Dalek! Exterminate!

There were also homages to several westerns (of course) but the ones that came to mind off the top of my head were High Noon (the shot of the tower clock) and a bit of a nod to the old spaghetti westerns of Clint Eastwood (yes, kind of obvious, but that’s the way it is sometimes).

What I didn’t get was the line of rocks and sticks that somehow kept the cyborg out. My sense was that the cyborg had a sense of honor, even if he was a killer. (Rather like Eastwood’s Man With No Name).